Mrs-mayonnais3 - ♡Tilly!✧

fucked up how colors look different depending on what screen you’re looking at them on. that should be illegal I think

I can't stand it anymore. I'm constantly surrounded by people who will call you "sensitive" and a "snowflake" for simply not being a dick. I get upset when someone else is being an asshole, and rather than reevaluate their actions, they fucking call me sensitive. Like I'm "sorry" I didn't find your "joke" about anorexia to my skinny friend funny. I think you should die! I'm "sorry" you think I'm sensitive for thinking you shouldn't be saying the N-WORD, R SLUR, F SLUR, AND T SLUR, as an ABLE, NEUROTYPICAL, CISHET, WHITE GIRL. I think you need to get run through with a trash compactor!

I can't stand the "anti-sensitivity" culture we've created. YOU KNOW FUCKING WHAT??? IT'S OK TO BE SENSITIVE. I'M A FUCKING HUMAN WITH EMOTIONS WHO IS ALIVE AND FEELS THINGS YOU IGNORANT DICKWAD. If you call me "too sensitive," my immediate thought is that I am 0.5 seconds away from ripping your arms off with my teeth and beating you with them. And you KNOW WHAT ELSE?? PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES. THATS ALRIGHT AS LONG AS THEY LEARN FROM THEM AND ARE FUCKING RESPECTFUL

But if you're called out for being a shithead, and respond with "snowflake," "politically correct" or "woke virus," I hope you die. Genuinely. You are the worst type of person, and I hate you with every inch of my being.

Was scrolling through AO3 and found this gem

Enemy to parent is a trope we have to popularise lmao

Fourth in a series I of comics about protesting safety tips I made with @this.is.ysabel . This one is about the dangers of police surveillance and how to avoid it if possible. Keep being safe when you go out. Don’t get snatched!

"you should be at the club" i should be sleeping peacefully at sunningrocks

I LOVE THIS SONG

I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE AUGUNJUKOOOLL save me yosano save me

Game Concept: JRPG set in the US but the developers know nothing about America

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.